Ok, so we start off the week with me eating a glass sandwich, and you figure it can’t get any worse than that, right? So did I, until I pulled into my driveway last night.
My house is right across the street from a river, and on that river live all sorts of wildlife, including a bunch of ducks. A “sord” if you will. From what I can gather, one of those guys decided to take a nap under my car, and I must have backed over him on my way to work in the morning. To make it worse, I don’t recall hitting anything, hearing any noise or even feeling a bump. Instead, all I feel is just plain terrible.
Not knowing what the hell to do about it, my wife suggested that I call the police and ask them. The officer who takes my call says that the ducks aren’t monitored by anyone, but if I can bag it and leave it outside, he’ll call someone to take it away the next morning. I comply, and spend the rest of the night trying not to think about it anymore.
How depressing. I really hope that there aren’t any more surprises in store for me this week.